Chapter 2: Tryxe
Sand. There wasn't any sand back home. Home. Where was his home? His home? Who was he? Clad in all black and feeling-
He shook his head. Those thoughts can wait. He trained his thoughts back to the sand. It was mixes of blue and purple. He knelt and picked up a handful. The sand fell through his fingers as he inspected the fine grains. Turning over his hand the rest of the sand fell away. He stood and took a look at his surroundings. There was nothing but a darkness surrounding him. He stood on a narrow path suspended in the darkness. In front of him loomed what looked to be a nightmarish castle. There were no sounds other than the crunching of the sand underneath his feet. It was unnerving to say the least. Giving one last glance around he walked briskly up to the castle and stopped just short of the towering double doors. He lifted his hand and placed his palm on the door. He instantly felt like there was electricity flowing through him but he couldn't pull his hand away. He then instinctively threw his other hand on the door and pushed as hard as he could. With a thud the door gave way and began to open. As soon as there was enough space to slip in he torn his hands away and stumbled in. He quickly looked himself over to see if there was any harm done. But the only sign that there had been an event at all was the door which remained ajar. Deciding to leave the door open lest it try to harm him further he removed his hood to look at his surroundings.
However when it was removed his thoughts returned to the questions he had started to ask outside. Who was he? Up until now he had focused on his surroundings hoping they would be better suited to revealing his situation. But feeling his hood brush his hair made him realize that he was ignorant to his appearance. He gingerly brushed his fingers through his hair and felt it all spring back into place gathering around the center. After a few more strokes he discerned that his hair came to meet in the middle except for next to his ears where it hung around his face. It was inter woven with light brown and dark blond. He shook his head and turned his gaze back to the room before him. It was a massive white hall lined with pillars. At the end was a set of stairs that led to a cream colored door.
He started to step forward but something stopped him. There was a spark in him memories. Something that felt like it had been long forgotten or recently learned. He closed his eyes and rubbed them with his hands. He dug into his mind searching for the spark, the clue, the anything that might shed light on his situation. His introspection was interrupted by the front door closing with a thump that echo throughout the chamber.
Leaning against the door was another figure dressed in the same black robe as he was. Or was it? Now he wished he had given a look to what he was wearing. The figure began to walk towards him and he took a step back.
" Easy there I'm not going to hurt you" said the figure in a deep female voice. "I was supposed to meet you outside but we seemed to have just missed each other. I'm Roxan. Do you know who you are yet?"
Relaxing, he stood up straight and shook his head.
"That's alright. That is one of the reasons they have me come out and get you. To try and ease you into the situation. Now lets see..." she trailed off and began to circle him looking him over. "Ive got it! You must be Tryxe."
There it was. That was the spark. It warmed him throughout his entire body and for a moment put him at ease. This was a fleeting feeling and he gathered his composure.
"Where are we?" He asked hearing his voice for the first time in what seemed like an eternity and then the floodgates broke "What is this castle? Who are you? What are you? What are we? Why are we wearing these? What is wrong with that door? Where are my memories? What do you mean by the situation? WHAT'S GOING ON?" at the last question he found that he was shouting. He clasped his hand over his mouth. For a moment the two sat in silence as they both took in the torrent of questions. The stillness was broken by Roxan. She began to smile. The smile turned into a giggle. This made Tryxe start to laugh. The two acquaintances started to laugh the awkwardness of the situation away.
After a moment the laughter died away and Roxan stepped towards Tryxe and stroked his face and brought his chin up to face her. "Look I am sure you must have a thousand more questions and I will do my best to answer them but for now we have to get moving. I don't want to be the last ones for the meeting. Come on, I will try to fill you in on the way." Roxan the crossed Tryxe and gestured towards the cream door which opened to her command. As she approached the steps Roxan turned and held out her hand. "Are you coming?"she asked with a wink.
Tryxe smiled. He still didn't know where he came from or where he was going. "I guess my only option is to press forward" he thought as he followed Roxan into the inner sanctum of the castle.